The English tongue is ground up in a bastard stew with others
Angle,Saxon, Dane, and Celt spun with your mother's brother's
For centuries it would simmer in imported wine from France
Which reportedly gave vigor to this mixed up tongue's advance.

North in Scotland it is spoken from a Gaelic point of view
Where Pictish hordes once roamed at will, as they often liked to do
In Erin it procured a brogue scarcely understood by any
Potatoes grew for way too few, and famine killed too many

What I speak is American mixed up with all the others
Angle, Saxon, Dane, and Celt spun with my mother's brother's

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